"Then, one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life… you give them a piece of you. They don’t ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore."
With every single heartbeat,
You get closer to your last breath. — Boona Mohammed (via fasabrunjameel)
Do not stop just yet, oh rain
For I am still waiting in vain
Where he is I do not comprehend
But this can not be the end
Go on, wash away my sadness
Fill my heart with gladness
I do not need any reason
Just a rainbow over the horizon
So go if you must go
But please let him know
That we are still looking at the same sky
And this is not goodbye
It’s beginning to look like spring.
I remember people telling me, “Maybe you’re just tired.” after I told them I cried.
'Tired' is a loose term, like 'Hate' is a strong word.
I may be tired because of work. Trying so hard to get things done in a relatively short time. Tired of pushing myself to the limit for the sake of knowing my own limit. To make myself satisfied. To make others happy.
Maybe I’m tired of hiding my feelings. I’ve been trying to be okay with how I feel, even when I’m feeling numb. Tired of wondering if the one I secretly like feels the same way. Tired of thinking about so many what-ifs. Tired of waiting for my better-half to show up, hold my hands and make me believe that everything is going to be alright.
Maybe I’m tired of letting people doing things that annoy me. Trying to tolerate them and not being rude just because I want to avoid conflicts. Tired of talking myself into, “Mind your own business.”. Tired of this never-ending battle inside me.
Maybe all I have to do is stop thinking and start crying. Just because.
This is my confession.
(Source: tastefullyoffensive, via egmay)